ThisPartyReallyDied

[Verse 1: Bones] Say, you walk up in the club, throw a couple bands up Now you think that bitches gonna like you Say you hoppin' out the Coupe with the tennis up on the roof Like them bitches gonna slide right through We don't give a fuck about how much you putting up Oh no we don't care enough about your shit to look it up Not impressed by your ego or the human you become Just a slave to the trends, another grave of the young Know you got the money and we know you got the clothes But what the fuck that mean if the shit don't go We know you got the bone, and we know your name known But what the fuck that mean if the shit don't go SESH is the reason they fuck every season No stop for a breather until we stop breathing We got what they need and we drop and they fiendin' We get like the sun, we kill and we leave it Nobody comparable, bitches hysterical I don't show up and they call it a miracle Rap is the area, fuck what they carrying Up on the back of the whips so I carry it I'd be embaressed if I were you Take a step back and just look what you do I'd be embaressed if I were you Take a step back and just look what we do